This is the personal blog of Steve Lewis - aka sjlewis55. It contains (what he considers to be) interesting and amusing fragments drawn from life. Perhaps, it is in the marginalia that we find true meaning.

Thursday, 22 April 2010

For nearly a week the sky was clear. Barely a cloud; plain blue. Not a sound except the wind. And then one white line; another and then another. The planes are flying again. The sky is scared with the traces of passing planes. And now, back to normal, more than birdsong fills the air.

Friday, 2 April 2010

Jesus Was A Crossmaker

One time I trusted a stranger'cause I heard his sweet song.And it was gently enticing me,Though there was something wrong.But, when I turned he was gone.

Blinding me, his song remains reminding meHe's a bandit and a heart breaker.Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,Please, come down flying low for me.

He wages war with the devil,A pistol by his side.And though he chases him out windowsAnd won't give him a place to hide,He keeps his door open wide.

Fighting him he lights a lamp inviting him.He's a bandit and a heart breaker.Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,Please, come down flying low for me.

I hear the thunder come rumbling.The light never looked so dim.I see the junction get nearer,And danger is in the wind.And either road's looking grim.

Hiding me, I flee, desire dividing me,He's a bandit and a heart breaker.Oh, but Jesus was a cross makerYes, Jesus was a cross maker.

Sweet silver angels over the sea,Please, come down flying low for me.

One time I trusted a stranger,'cause I heard his sweet song.And it was gently enticing meThough there was something wrong.But, when I turned he was gone.Blinding me, his song remains reminding me,He's a bandit and a heart breaker,Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.Yes, Jesus was a cross maker.Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker.